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Text: The Damned. Under the floor again.

Under the floor again
Once I was up and in the air but now I'm down
Goodbye to all my friends
Forget I ever was, the mole goes underground

Under the floor again
Eight years of hide and seek, no peek of me is seen
I skip the law again
The to and fro, the come and go and miss the scene

But who was the girl we saw last night
Wearing a frock and gown, she's kinda paralyzed
Door in the floor, a head materialized
I'm sure that I saw a face I recognized

Don't say a word
Just stay here at my leisure
No sound is heard
Can't take my simple pleasures

Like walking in the park
And taking in the sun
Just lock me in the dark
It's no fun

Under the floor again
My baccy bets and beer are here and all I need
I'm feeling sore again
Three feet of life is all I have and rats to feed

Won't say a word
Just stay here at my leisure
No sound is heard
Can't take my simple pleasures

Like breathing in the air
It's cleaner than the stuff
I've had in recent months
It's no fun

Under the floor again
Once I was up and in the air but now I'm down